Chapter 492 Megan and Her Clueless Daughter
The next day, Tilda dressed in her warmest winter gear and headed out.
She even made a point of showing up 20 minutes late.
As her car pulled up, she spotted Megan shivering by the restaurant door, bundled up in a mink coat. Her heavy makeup made her look even more out of place in the freezing cold.
A cold smile curled at Tilda’s lips.
Once she got out of the car, she put on an apologetic face. “Sorry for being late. Traffic was terrible.”
Megan, who’d just been cursing Tilda in her head, immediately changed her tune when she saw her. “It’s fine, this road in Jeselton is always jammed. Let’s go in. It’s freezing out here.”
She even tried to hook her arm through Tilda’s.
Tilda pretended not to notice and brushed right past her, heading inside.
Megan could only awkwardly brush the snow off her fur coat and hurry in after her.
Once they got to the private room Megan had booked, there was a girl inside playing on her phone. She was dressed like a rebellious teen, in flashy designer brands and caked in makeup like Megan.
“Jessie, come here and say hi to Tilda.”
“Hi.”
The young girl called “Jessie” glanced up at Tilda, flaunting her fake eyelashes and colored
contacts.
Then, she went right back to fiddling with her phone, tapping away with long, claw–like manicured nails.
Megan looked mortified.
Tilda didn’t seem to mind. She just smiled. “Your daughter sure has a lot of personality.”
“She does … Actually, she really looks up to you. It’s just that meeting her idol for the first time made her nervous, so she’s pretending to be busy on her phone to hide it.”
“It’s fine. Your daughter’s really pretty, too. She’s so stylish for her age. She’s inherited your good looks, Mrs. Walsh.”
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Chapter 492 Megan and Her Clueless Daughter
Megan and Jessie hadn’t expected Tilda to take it so well.
She even showered them with compliments.
Megan’s face lit up in embarrassment and pride. “Oh, Tilda, you’re so sweet…
“Hehe, Tilda, I think you’re really pretty, too.”
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Jessie couldn’t hide her delight after being praised. She rested her chin in her hand and eyed Tilda. “So, Tilda, does your painting really make that much money?”
“Jessie, that’s not how you talk to Tilda!”
Megan tried to scold her on the surface, but her eyes gave her away.
She was dying to know just how much money Tilda, now a world champion and outed as X, was making.
“Jessie!”
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